Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking. pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings, and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another ruler with trumpetings again. pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle. pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.
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Pity The Nation Whose Statesman Is A
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking. pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings, and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another ruler with trumpetings again. pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle. pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.
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